Tuesday, September 13, 2016


Touched her shoulder, her breath caught...
Does desire sing?
Has heart soul?

The door is closed behind me.
Will flame die slow?
Smoldering low?

The light glows like we as we lie...
Is truth this patch-over-patch quilt?
Could guilt fly?

Streetlights through curtains shine white.
Is nothing so fast?
As this, this mother night?

Her mouth speaks soft-winged words...
Should fates' voice be heard last?
If so, is that right?

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